Chapter 83 Girl

Saturday is coming again in a blink of an eye. This is the most relaxing day of the week and a holiday that needs to be carefully planned.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Yan happened to come back from the lakeside. He was about to read a book for a while and then continued to practice "Alien Bone Transformation Technique". In the past few days, he has a little more thorough understanding of this set of exercises and is about to comprehend several new forms of disguise. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked into the study, the ringtone of his cell phone rang.

Zhao Yan answered the phone, and Tang Qier's voice came from the other end of the phone, and she was still a little low. She must have been depressed by Tang Zhengdong's incident. So Zhao Yan laughed happily and picked up a few jokes without any dirty words and told them to her, which made her better.

Tang Qier said she wanted to go sing and asked Zhao Yan if she would go. Of course, Zhao Yan said, "Go where is it, I will pick you up now." Tang Qier said no, saying that she would wait for you on Line 1 of Garden Square.

Zhao Yan wore casual clothes tonight, loose clothes and handsome figure, and attracted the attention of women on the road. When he arrived at Line 1, he saw Tang Qier in a distance. Tang Qier was still taking the simple route, jeans, white T-shirts, canvas shoes, so simple that there was no extra decoration. He stood softly beside Zhao Yan like an innocent lotus. The perfect match made people admire him.

At 7:30 pm, above the overpass.

A cool breeze suddenly blew at night. Tang Qier held the guitar slightly and stood on the overpass. Her hair flew in the cool breeze, and the sound of the piano was tinkling and slowly flowing. People came and went on the road. Zhao Yan lit a cigarette and smiled and stayed by the side. So the clear and lonely voice mixed with thick smoke and drifted freely in the wind.

It is said that people who are engaged in art are born with emotional animals, sensitive and fragile, which almost became a symbol of them. Tang Qier, as a talented leader, does not lack the sensory cells that hurt the spring and autumn at all. The difference is that she seems to be stronger, as if her melancholy and sadness will always be hidden well, and the sadness in her heart will flow out so unpainted and vividly without being whitewashed in the sound of her piano.

“Fireworks that flew into the sky last year.

It just so happened that a heavy snow fell.”

Spread out your lonely palms.

Holding my hot cheeks that were so cold that it was red.

I remembered the words for the rest of my life.

It's another hot summer in a blink of an eye.

Shichahai is full of lotus flowers again.

Over the old brick wall.

The row of lush branches of French sycamore trees.

I heard a sad song in G major.

The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.

The sea of ​​people is changing in my heart.

Time flowing.

Faded past.

Time has the power to remain calm.

The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.

The sea of ​​people changes in my heart.

When the song ends, everyone disperses.

I finally understood the sadness of g major…”

Zhao Yan squatted aside in an indecent posture, holding a cigarette in his mouth, squinting his eyes, and sucking the smoke one by one. This time he didn't have many mixed thoughts, just looking at the traffic on the road, sucking the smoke, and listening simply.

There are few passers-by on the overpass, and most of the few people are tired and rushing. I don’t know if it is to avoid the sudden cold wind, or I have never thought about slowing down.

After Tang Qier finished singing a song, it seemed as if the whole world had settled down. Gray-toned sadness suddenly filled the world. The fallen leaves drifted on the road, and the willow catkins rolled up, as if there was an indescribable layer of decline and sadness.

It is said that excellent singers are all very infectious, and Tang Qier is undoubtedly the most outstanding one among them. Music teacher Yi Hua once praised the little girl's natural voice, saying that her voice was mixed with an innate sadness, which could easily penetrate her voice and bring endless feelings to the listener. What is even more rare is that she can still maintain that simplicity and nature, which prevents her from falling into artificial and explicit vulgarity.

Zhao Yan stepped on the last cigarette butt and stood up, with an iconic smirk on his face. He liked to drink and smoke, so when Tang Qier finished singing a song, he had already wiped out most of the cigarette in his pocket, and his feet were already full of cigarette butts. He slowly stepped forward and walked straight to Tang Qier. While the spicy feeling in his chest had not yet dissipated, he mustered up the courage, "Girl, I'll kiss you?"

The sound of the piano paused, and Tang Qier suddenly turned her head and widened Shui Ling's eyes, full of shock.

Zhao Yan smiled brightly, without giving her any time to breathe and think, and directly grabbed the little girl's pretty and blushing face and walked forward stiffly.

Yao Chen always thought he was very arrogant.

Among the red children in Nanlin City, Yao Chen is also a famous figure. Even when the municipal party secretary sees him, he will say hello with a smile! Since childhood, the grandfather who had participated in the Vietnam War and made great achievements has loved him very much, which has enabled him to go crazy unscrupulously in the circle of Nanlin City, which is not big or small, and he has no bottom line when he becomes a playboy.

There is no way, who has given him a grandfather who can almost make things happen within the system, and a pair of parents who resell approval documents in state-owned units. They are not short of power or money. The current secretary of the municipal party committee is all juniors who were promoted by his grandfather back then!

So in the nearly twenty years of life, as long as it is the toy he likes, no matter how much it costs, as long as he speaks, there will always be people who rush to buy it for him. When he grows up, the toys become sports cars, women, and expensive luxury goods. However, what has not changed is that there are always a group of speculators who have sharpened their heads and racked their brains all day long to find ways to get in touch with him.

This great playboy in the future system will definitely be able to have a voice in the circle of Nanlin City in the near future. He has become one of the important connections for many far-sighted strategists to curry favor with each other and build good relationships.

But Yao Chen has been in a very bad mood recently, and it can even be said to be extremely bad!

In the past week, he has been staying in the damn hospital, lying in the ward full of formalin smell, gasping like a dead dog. His mouth, tongue, and his throat and stomach were severely burned. Not to mention eating, even his usual breathing was filled with bursts of burning pain, twitching, and unbearable pain. Therefore, seven or eight bottles of drops every day have become his only way to replenish nutrition and moisture.

Oh, damn it! He even burped now has a smell of potion, it's so pitiful!

And the culprit of all this is Zhao Yan, who deserves to die!

This guy who came out of nowhere not only ruined his good deeds, but also took Tang Qier away from his mouth. The most unbearable thing is that this guy actually dared to burn him into a pig's head with smoke!

He is simply the guy who deserves to be killed!

Yao Chen was lying on the hard wooden bed in the hospital, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. He gritted his teeth, and his chest was filled with an indelible strong murderous intent!

He felt that he had no face to complain to his elders about this matter, so he wanted to use his fists to regain the dignity of a man like a man!

And at this moment, his opportunity came!

Just now, a horseman under his command sent him a good news - the Zhao Yan, who was killed by thousands, was singing on the overpass of Binjiang Road with Tang Qier. Oh, my God, this is undoubtedly more exciting news for Yao Chen, who is full of hatred, than winning five million! He was completely excited!

Almost immediately, Yao Chen called "Shan Ji" to inform the gangster leader who was said to have a very famous gangster in the underworld to pick up the guy and take as many people as he could. Money is not a problem. Yao Chen had only one purpose tonight - killing people and seeing blood!

Shan Ji agreed very quickly, and she also laughed and said that she had recently followed a big boss, who was absolutely tough and domineering. She would open your eyes tonight so that you, a bastard, could see what a gangster is called!

Yao Chen hung up the phone, jumped up from the hospital bed, hurriedly put on his coat, and rushed straight out of the door.

"Boss, where are you going?" The thin guy nicknamed Douya was squatting at the door smoking, holding a yellow crane tower in his mouth. He looked up and ran into Yao Chen rushing out of the door, and hurriedly got up and followed behind him.

"Cut down people!"

Yao Chen spat hard, bringing out a spit mixed with blood, and a nearly cruel twisted expression appeared on his handsome and pale face.

"Cut down?"

Douya's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but rub his hands excitedly. In his past experience, every time Yao Chen cut people, it means that an overwhelming battle is about to begin. Often, the final result of the fight will end with the opponent lying in a pool of blood. During the whole process, Yao Chen doesn't even have to take a hand. The only thing he has to do is to hold a Cuban cigar in his mouth, or hold a cup of good dry red, and then enjoy all this!
Chapter completed!